Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4001. My Suitcase Floated 6/19/2014
4002. Sorrowful Palaces 6/22/2014
4003. Fathers Of Fright 6/25/2014
4004. Speeds 6/25/2014
4005. The Servant's Vows 6/26/2014
4006. My War With Mirrors 6/26/2014
4007. An Alien's Brain 6/26/2014
4008. To Go To The Room 6/18/2014
4009. Fluttering 7/11/2014
4010. Face Filters 7/12/2014
4011. Words Of The Jungle 7/23/2014
4012. Stars Are Slaves 7/23/2014
4013. Young Liars With Medallions 7/23/2014
4014. Time For The Heart 7/23/2014
4015. Your Berries Are Diseased 7/23/2014
4016. Alone In The Park 7/23/2014
4017. Godly Light 7/23/2014
4018. Freedom In Poetry 7/23/2014
4019. Reptile Ghosts 7/23/2014
4020. We Can Build 7/23/2014
4021. Crisis Arrives 7/25/2014
4022. I Saw Planets 7/25/2014
4023. Footsteps 7/27/2014
4024. I Hear The Very Sounds 7/27/2014
4025. Spinning Sorcery 7/27/2014
4026. My Studious Ways 7/27/2014
4027. Ancient Hearts 7/27/2014
4028. Even The Poison 7/27/2014
4029. Smooth Slope 7/27/2014
4030. Rights Of A Country 7/27/2014
4031. Thorns Will Shine 7/27/2014
4032. You Will Always Learn 7/28/2014
4033. Ants Crawling 7/28/2014
4034. Even After Us 7/29/2014
4035. Lovely Fact 7/29/2014
4036. Believe In Love 7/31/2014
4037. Plants Hurt 7/31/2014
4038. Inaudible Words 7/31/2014
4039. State Of Terror 7/31/2014
4040. I Am My Hand 8/1/2014

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

Read the full of For Every Storm

When I Am To Die

When I am to die my life must be born,
When I am to die my death must be bliss afterwards.
Inside the soul is some pain,
Inside the body was a gel or spirit or gem,
Like a peaceful anger, inner anguish steamed.

Where is my soul when it expires from my world?
It is my world that has been like other souls,
There it is far and near, here the suffering is complete.

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